I ached for those same fingers to worm their way into my seeping hole and give me the slightest moment of relief, but no … that was not your plan at...all. My own hands were not still, as the nails of my left hand raked harshly against your shoulder, while my right hand found the buttons of your jeans and tore at them. I needed just as much as you did and was rewarded with little “pops” as the buttons released. I fished my hand behind the boxers seeking what I’d hoped was your throbbing cock and. Mom covered me with her saree like a blanket and told me to sleep while she sat besides me with her back against the wall and tried to protect her from the cold by wrapping just her plain hands which was of no use.We soon were shivering out of cold. I could sleep no more so I sat against the wall in the same position as my mother. My mother’s saree wrapped around me as a blanket slipped off. I was not shy to sit like that near my mother as she had seen me naked already. Mom told me to go to. There was time for a beach visit before boarding the train.She didn’t invite me to spend the night as I had hoped. Later, as I learned her sexual schedule I found out that a sex-buddy regularly banged her Sunday nights. I could see her again on Wednesday after work and she had dinner and sex at my place before I took her home. She didn’t stay overnight during the week because it made getting ready for work too difficult. Friday and Saturday nights would be for me.The nights I wasn’t with her. We stopped again and I heard gates rattle then we really started moving. I heard cars beeping, people shouting and allsorts then it dawned on me. They were parading me around the city strapped to the stretcher with my hard-on still raging. I heard people shouting pervert, murderer, terrorist. People were banging the side of what I guessed was a pick up and I was worried they might jump on and rip me apart. The truck picked up speed again and after about half an hour slowed again. This time when.